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"After a time it becomes like this my friends.

Even happiness is somehow just small joy, as little hauntings appear to one side or the other, or at times all around.

The power of evil lay not in its stature, but its persistence. And its ability to dampen every joy with uncertainty and an almost unconscious dread.

Until withdrawal our lilting pose, with blindness the gaze.

People of the past did not fall because they were less than we are.

They fell because they were exactly as we are."
SearingTruth